Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.
barren land
your feed looks like my tumblr
that looks like my instagram account
fw
magnetises a pin
sorry i am texting like a slav
abrar?
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
plato
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
was it worth it
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
i really havent
really i want the internet
Her English is poor but she manages a brief introduction before getting to the point. She asks if she can touch his face. She's already reaching out and gesturing at it. Koreans are way too polite, he's just laughing awkwardly. I put my hand kind of between them and wave it to try and indicate no to her. I'm still in fucking mime mode. I say no, but it's not really to her, or to him, just no, in general. This is all too weird. Dejected, she departs with a comment about having never seen someone like him before.
was it worth it
send link
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
I am below everything.